Summary
There were times, Bilbo Baggins thought as he opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling of Bag End, where waking up like that was starting to get old. Very old. And annoying as hell, if he wanted to be honest and not proper. Or: the fic where Bilbo keeps reliving the journey to Erebor, and isn't exactly happy about it, or with some of Thorin's decisions in the last Loop.